Should live? That was a bit on the vauge side...
"Okay then, ya'll," she said, briefly slipping back into her redneck accent. "Keep them tails on end, never know what'll pop up in this iffy place." Stateing the obvious, of course, but Kiala's social skills tended to lack.
Macintosh at her heels, Kiala continued to lead the group forward, twoards the god-awful sounds, trying to look brave about it. Every now and then, as she slunk along the sidewalk, she would think she saw a flash of something- a flash of darkness -but then it would be gone. The dog whined and trotted ahead.